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My four year old son Jackson is an only child, although if you asked him, you might get a different answer.
An unusually verbal little boy, Jackson said his first word “ball” at nine months old.
At two, Jackson was talking up a storm and giving us incredible insight into what was going on his little mind.
One day, to my surprise, he told me that he had had an older brother named Kieric (interesting name selection) that got hit by a car and died. From then on he mentioned Kieric daily, often confusing people who believed his sincere little story about his deceased brother.
Around Easter time, the story changed a little and he started telling people that his big brother Kieric had died on a cross. He even told this to his preschool class on family tree day. (Fortunately I had already discussed the issue with his teacher.)
Afterward he asked me with such earnestness and confusion it nearly broke my heart, “Mom, why didn’t the teacher put Kieric on my family tree.” (A few months later the story regulated and Kieric’s cause of death was once again being hit by a car.)
Soon my twin sister Susan became pregnant. Jackson was thrilled and announced that he has going to be the big brother. We tried to explain to him that he would be the big cousin and that he could pretend to be the big brother if he wanted. “No, I am the real big brother,” he corrected us.
When Julia, his baby cousin, was ten days old, our family took a vacation to our cabin with some friends who had twin 5yr old boys. The first night, as the boys were tucked into their bunk beds, we eavesdropped on their conversation.
“I have a baby sister. I can hold her and feed her a bottle all by myself.”
Pause.
“Well Jackson…where is your baby sister?”
Another long pause.
“I don’t know…but I do have one.”
This relationship to his cousin continued to confuse friends and strangers alike, as Jackson routinely introduced Julia as his baby sister.
Now in my son’s old age, he recently turned four, he seems to have accepted his reality. But he is not above pretending.
“Mom, can we pretend Julia is ours and you are her mommy.”
“Yes sweetie, we can.”
What a sweet story. Now he really is going to be a bigger brother!
My daughter (6 1/2) told me that her best school-friend has an older brother, but that he didn’t live with them because he was older. I asked her mom and she told me that Laurel has an extremely bad case of sibling envy and tells everyone stories like this. I think it is totally normal and quite entertaining.
Good luck with LBY. I’m so glad you are part of it.
Oh, Julia… this is such a sweet story and an absolutely beautiful picture of your adorable son and niece… I will keep you in my prayers. Trying to conceive is such a personal and painful process… Please know I’m here for you if you need to chat, vent, laugh, cry, whatever…
I’m so happy you stopped by my blog… I have a sneaking suspicion that there’s a friendship looming!!!
Blessings.